The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire
Chapter 690 Enemies
All of a sudden, Charis threw her head back and burst into a fit of hysterical laughter.
Everyone present was startled by her sudden hysteria and subconsciously stepped back.
Then, just as abruptly as she started laughing, she stopped. Her eyes swept across the crowd, her expression unusually calm and unnerving.
“Well, get back to work, everyone.” To Brandon, she said flippantly, “I’ll go and see a psychologist.”
Then she picked up her bag and walked out calmly.
Brandon frowned. He watched Charis leave, deep in thought. It was obvious that something was wrong with her, but he couldn’t tell what.
He was grateful, however, that she had finally agreed to seek professional help. The two of them had been friends for many years after all. He didn’t enjoy seeing her like this.
Janet also fixed her eyes on Charis as she left, wondering what she was up to. Still, she was relieved to have finally driven away this dangerous woman.
With Charis gone, the Larson Group had become much quieter. The gossipy employees would talk about her from time to time, treating her like a funny joke.
Over the next few weeks, Janet didn’t hear any news about Charis. Time passed quickly. By the time she heard Charis’s name again, autumn had long come to an end.
Brandon and Janet were having lunch at a restaurant when Brandon suddenly brought it up. “The psychologist I introduced to Charis told me that she has been receiving treatment regularly and she’s getting better and better.”
Janet’s eyebrow shot up in surprise. “That’s good. If she can pull herself together and go back to her normal self even after what happened, then she is one tough cookie.”
Brandon nodded indifferently. Then he serves some food on Janet’s plate, saying, “It’s her life. She’s getting better for her own sake.”
Janet took a bite out of her food and chewed thoughtfully. She was indeed a bit hungry now. If nothing had happened between her and Charis, she would’ve admired her.
It was a pity that Charis made herself an eternal enemy of Janet’s. The snow was getting heavier and heavier outside. A man in a grey overcoat and a black knitted-hat walked into the restaurant.
The man took off his hat, patted the snowflakes off it, and blew into his cold hands. Then he turned around and walked towards a private room.
Seeing him arrive, Brandon smiled. “You’re late, so you have to pay the bill.”
Garrett chuckled.
Maybe it was because of his new haircut, but Garrett somehow looked more mature now.
“It’s only been a few months, Mr. Harding. Why do you look so much older?” Janet teased playfully.
Previously, because of what Charis had said to Brandon about Garrett, Brandon had been on guard against him. Later, Janet told him that those were all lies and he stopped believing Charis’s stories. Janet had even promised him that Garrett was one of his closest, most steadfast friends. Since then, Brandon had gradually regained his trust in Garrett.
Garrett smiled wryly and picked up a glassof wine. “Yeah, yeah, I know I’m late. Sorry.”
After downing the whole glassof wine in one gulp, he blushed slightly. Janet and Brandon exchanged worried looks.
Obviously, there was something on Garrett’s mind that was bothering him.
Brandon turned to look deep into his friend’s eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Same old, same old. I want to get married, but my family doesn’t agree.” Garrett rubbed his forehead and sank into a chair, looking tired.